November 10, 2009
Today I met someone new, and for the first time in months my thoughts have not been occupied by you (or should I say, by you alone. Of course you are still there). Such a brief encounter, but now I can't stop thinking about him. I wonder what he thought about me, if he was smiling at me because he was feeling the same things as I was. Once again, I find myself falling for someone who barely speaks English. Maybe I'm afraid to be with someone who can completely understand me. Or maybe I'm just a sucker for accents.